and what's beyond it

Getting our interfaith dialoguing on

The Christmas tree our son wanted is now up in our living room! It’s a cute little addition. We know nothing about tree selection and yes, this is the one you saw on sale in your Big Lots catalog. It gets the job done. My kids are giddy with excitement and the little one wants to check the chimney to make sure Santa isn’t stuck up there. The man has to be the only celebrated fat person on the planet.

Yesterday we went to see some lovely Christmas lights at a park near my husband’s office. The only bad thing that happened was that we got honked at for a full two minutes by some jerk who apparently was going to shit his pants or have a reindeer crash land into his car. I felt guilty about giving him the finger, in light of the holiday season and all, but come on mofo, get into the Christmas spirit. Take the candy cane outta your ass.

Here’s to some more peace and harmony in the world. And much less snow. I know people like a white Christmas and all but I really really hate the stuff. You can’t blame me because I live in Chicago, a beautiful city where a white Fourth of July is within the realm of possibility. I’ll wrap it up here with a little joke about how Chicago has two seasons, winter and construction. Thanks to the effects of global inequality we have now added corruption and violence. You know what they say. Come to Chicago for the fun and stay because you got shot. I don’t know who says that but it’s pretty funny. I love you, my frozen little icecap of a hometown.